Authors Note: So this is the end. Hope you liked it! I would appreciate a comment if you finished it all.. yknow. So I feel like it was good at all. vv;;

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In the basement room of the Malfoy mansion, a couple stood. There was only one light in the room, a bare bulb casting off a sickly orange light. A pair of heads looked were looking at each other. One had short blonde hair, artfully slicked back on his pale head. The other's hair was once well coifed, and set in place but now it was slightly frizzy. The velvety cat ears were slightly askew, though, still looking quiet life-like. A black tail twitched by her boots.

Pale white hands with manicured nails were fastening the dreamy- eyed Hermione to the wall. First the left hand, then the right. With each time, a soft click came, telling him that yes, she could not get out anymore, so there was no worry. He stooped down and started unzipping her boots. His hand slid over her thin legs when they were off, admiring them. He finished undoing the first, then the second, then once again started doing up the shackles. When she was totally bound he stood up, and gazed at her.

A small smile played on her face as she stared at a corner. But this isn't what he wanted, he wanted her to struggle. He wanted to see her scream and cry and beg to him. Draco Malfoy. He wanted to her to say that she'll do ANYTHING to get out. He traced the smile that was forming on his lips. But first..

He waved his wand lazily at her, and suddenly there weren't any clothes on her. Not a stitch. Draco was dumbstruck for a second, staring at her chest, between her thighs… He noticed that the cat ears were still there though. He stretched out a hand and his finger tips barely grazed her breasts. He could feel goosebumps forming where he put them. The erection that was forming in his pants suddenly hardened.

The Malfoy suddenly took off his robe. Under it was presumably his costume. It was a black business suit, black shirt, shoes, pants.. The only spot of colour was a pink heart on his tie. Very festive. He stepped closer, and pressed himself to her body, fondling one of her breasts. He pinched it, squeezed and let his hands play over the warm softness.

He bent down, done playing with them, and was on his knees. His hands went over her curving thighs, and he pressed his lips to just above her crotch, sucking on it slightly. A hand slipped under her pussy, feeling it lightly. When he thought he thought a bruise would be left, he bit down. Hard. He tasted blood against his lips and he sucked at the opening hungrily. A very soft moan escaped Hermione's lips. When he pulled away finally, there was an ugly purple/blue bruise and blood was dripping out of 2 insizer marks. He let out a nervous giggle, like a boy who knew he had done something bad.

Draco bent down once again and spread her pussy. His tongue started to slide over her. Roughly, he pushed her back against the wall digging inside of her. His face flushed and he gave little kisses to her opening. He felt one of his hands on his head, stroking it gently. Strange, he hadn't told her to do that. Suddenly he bit down against it. A louder moan came from her lips and he savoured it, but it wasn't enough.

His face fell to the stained cement, before he got up. His eyes were clearer now. With a flick of a wand the Imperius Curse was lifted.

Hermione drifted out of the heavenly feeling of being under the Imperius curse slowly. She blinked once and the room refocused. The first thing she saw was Draco standing in front of her, with.. A muggle suit on? He had a big grin on his face but why..? She looked down at herself and gave a little shriek. There wasn't a bit of clothing on her. A blush spread across her face, almost turning to Uncle Vernon red.

"Y-You! Where are my clothes?!" She wanted to cover herself with her hands but it her arm would only go a little ways past her face. For a second it seemed that there wasn't a thought going through her head, as if the girl was trying to comprehend how fucked she really was. Then her senses came back and she tried to pull them off. There was a metallic grinding as she furiously tried to free her right arm.

"No!" she whispered to herself, feeling herself panicking. "No, no, no, no, no.." Her legs kicked out desperately, but they were securely fastened to the wall. The more she pulled, the more her arms hurt. Ugly red marks were starting form on her wrists, as she tried to desperately get out. Finally tears started to pour out of her eyes.

"Noo.." she moaned. A sob caught her throat and she stood still, knowing defeat.

All the while Draco was watching her with a deep fascination. There was an obvious lump in his pants, and the smile she had noticed earlier hadn't gone away. He watched her struggle without saying a word. His dreams were finally coming true, and he was savouring them.

Without a word, he lifted her chin up so her eyes would meet his. Mascara was running down her face with the tears. Her cheeks had become red and blotchy, her eyes puffy. With his thumb the blonde man wiped away a tear falling from her eye, and some of the mascara. Hermione's eyes looked at him questioningly. He was being far too tender. With his finger he traced her cheek bone to her chin.

"You're going to die here tonight. But before that.. I want to play with you." A chill went up the girls back. He had said it so calmly, she didn't know what to make of it. The thought of Ron suddenly coming in and rescuing her seemed stupid and unrealistic. She was going to die.

His hands touched one of the soft cat ears on her head between his fingers, rubbing them. His hand slipped onto her now frizzy hair and held onto a chunk. With sudden viciousness he pulled back on it, hard. A scream suddenly erupted from her lips. He smiled devilishly and pulled harder. Tears spilled from her eyes and sobs came from her mouth. His hands pulled away suddenly, a clump of hair in his hands.

The brown clump drifted to the floor. He pulled on the tie slightly, loosening it up before taking it off. He shrugged off his coat and kicked off his shoes into the corner. That was followed by belt.. socks.. Hermione watched him, her head still hurting badly. Blood was dripping down where he bitten her earlier, onto the cement floor, making another mark on the already stained ground.

Carefully he folded up his sleeves to his elbows, then opened a few buttons of his shirt. Hermione could see a bit of his pale chest, impressively sculpted. Finally his pants hit the floor. His silk boxers could hardly contain the erection in it. He came closer to her, leaning his arm against the wall, and pressed his erection against her.

Into her ear he whispered, "when you scream it turns me on." Hermione's lips pressed together. His cock was pressing against the inside of her thigh, and she couldn't help but get turned on. It felt so big. With the hand that wasn't resting against the wall, he undid the rest of his shirt, showing a smooth 6 pack. Hermione's face turned red at the sight… and yet again she was turned on.

After undoing his shirt the hand fell to his purple silk boxers, pulling them down. The erection in it was huge. With a kick they were aside. Draco's eyes had a far-away look to them as he rubbed his cock against her wet cunt. A hand slid over her thigh and lifted it up under the knee, as far as it could go on the chain. He slid his rod into her, letting out a shallow breathe.

He sunk himself into her, feeling her hot juices pouring down from her. A gutteral groan escaped his lips and he dug his nose into her hair, still pumping. It felt so good. His pulsing cock was wet with her cream and blood. And it was so tight..

Hermione clung on to her chains. They rang by her ears, and she struggled with them, but she couldn't get out. Her breathing was becoming shallow. Every thrust he made into her she let out a loud moan. Her thighs were sticky with her own sweat and juices. It felt so much better then anything she had ever used.

He was so thick, she thought he had ripped her open. But the pain felt so good, it made her more, and she rocked with him, trying to get him farther in her. Every time he thrust he prodded in a little farther, until it was so deep she could hardly take it.

Draco was in heaven. But there was one thing he still wanted. He had stuck his wand into the front pocket of his shirt earlier and he took it out. Huskily he whispered into her ear, "Crucio."

Suddenly pain ripped through every particle of her body and she let out a scream that could make the earth shake. He only let the curse go through on her for a second but with that last scream he came inside of her. All the pleasure that was building suddenly shot into her and he let out a last groan.

Panting Draco let go of her thigh and let himself out of her. He picked up his boxers and put them on. He turned to look at the mud blood.

Hermione literally hung from her chains. Her knees refused to support her anymore. Weakly, she raised her head just in time to see Malfoy raise his wand towards her. So this was her end.

"That's all I needed. Avada Kedavra."